"Zhao Song?" Zhen Hua recognized the bald, burly man and nodded slightly. "I didn't expect to find you here too."
When Zhao Song saw Zhen Hua, respect appeared on his face. "Your Excellency Zhen Hua, I've long heard of your great reputation. I never expected Tang Wulin to be your disciple."
Zhen Hua nodded, glanced at the corpse on the ground, then looked at Tang Wulin, understanding dawning in his heart. He patted Tang Wulin's shoulder and said to Zhao Song:
"Hall Master Zhao, although my disciple is quite talented, he's still cultivating at the Spirit Pagoda, so joining the Tang Sect wouldn't be suitable for him at present. Besides, last time, Chen Xinjie, the master of the War God Temple, personally invited him, and he turned that down too."
Zhao Song froze for a moment at those words, then felt relieved. If even the War God Temple's master had been turned down, there was nothing shameful about the invitation of the Tang Sect's Strength Hall master being rejected. He smiled, not giving up, and thought to himself.
No matter. I'll report back and see whether the temple master has any way to lure this brat Tang Wulin over. This kid was born to kill Evil Soul Masters. He has a strong sense of justice and freakish talent. The Tang Sect has to invest in him!
He looked at Tang Wulin, his eyes full of eagerness. "Tang Wulin, if you get the chance, you must come visit the Tang Sect!"
Tang Wulin nodded. "All right. I'll definitely visit when I get the chance."
Zhao Song laughed heartily, patted Tang Wulin's shoulder, then turned and left. His figure soon vanished into the night, but that air of eagerness seemed to linger where he had stood.
Watching Zhao Song's retreating figure, Tang